"Look at me here!"

Under the stage, Wei Ran stood on a chair beside an Eight Immortals table and greeted him. After everyone on the stage had arranged their positions, he held the flash linked to the camera with one hand and lifted up the camera with the other.

"Be ready, don't blink if you smile." Wei Ran said as he counted down to 321 again, then pressed the shutter.

"Bang!"

In the dazzling flash, the disposable light bulb died on the spot, and everyone on the stage was also recorded on the negative.

"Okay, everyone hurry up and pack up."

The old man Zhang, who was sitting in the middle, shouted immediately after the filming, "Go back today and have a good rest. There is still a meeting tomorrow."

As he said that, the old man greeted Wei Ran with concern, "Xiao Wei, hurry up and bring the camera."

"immediately"

Wei Ran responded enthusiastically, carefully put the camera and flash into the small suitcase, and then gave it to the old man squatting on the side of the stage.

"It's not broken, right?" Old Zhang asked worriedly while checking the camera in the box.

"How can it be?" Wei Ran responded. He could naturally see that the old man was precious about this camera.

"After taking this film, my youngest son will probably come back." Old Man Zhang sighed.

"When Taichuan comes back from studying abroad, the old headmaster can also go home and eat delicious food and drink spicy food." said a strong man.

"Me? Hi! I don't have that plan!"

Although Old Man Zhang was so happy that his face was full of red after hearing this, he still said, "I still want to cultivate Zhengqi into a pillar. How could I go home to retire so early?"

"When will that happen?"

The young man who had just packed up his things with Wei Ran said shyly.

"There are too many big names in this scene today, otherwise how can you not let you play?"

The one who had previously slapped Wei Ran on the back of the head said with a smile, "But you can go to the hall tomorrow. If you perform well, maybe the master can still give you a few more melons."

"Taiyuan, let's talk about these things when I go back." The old Zhang winked after saying that.

"Uncle, I'm the one who made a mistake." The man called Taiyuan quickly admitted his mistake.

"Go and pack up quickly," said the old headmaster, who had turned around, held the camera and walked out, "I'll go find a car."

Taeyuan, Taechuan, Masaki...these names are pretty good...

Wei Ran, who was busy with her, sighed secretly. These nice names mean that even if this "actor" family is not considered a scholarly family, it is at least literate and educated.

And the camera that was definitely considered a precious item in China in this era, and the saying "Waiting for Taichuan to return from studying abroad" also imply that this old headmaster is somewhat wealthy.

only...

Wei Ran was inevitably curious about how the headmaster of a opera troupe supported an international student in this era?

With such curiosity, Wei Ran and Zhengqi worked together to lift the locked box and walked out of the theater, loading it on a horse-drawn sledge - it was a winter, a snowy winter night.

It was also during this trip of loading chat that Wei Ran also learned from Zhengqi's mouth that the situation of the opera troupe with "Mingxiang" as its name.

Simply put, the Mingxiang Opera Team is not very popular outside the pass, at least far inferior to the Yue Opera team, and the only reason for its unpopularity is simply that it cannot understand.

The above sentence is basically Zhengqi's original words, and the reason why they have been to Liao Province all the way was due to various chances and helplessness. Fortunately, they are about to leave here and return to the inner city.

Regarding this Yue Opera team, Zhengqi’s grandfather, Lao Zhangtou, is the former headmaster of Mingxiang Opera Team, and Zhengqi’s father, Zhang Taiyuan, is the current headmaster. As for him, he is already the fourth generation headmaster.

Of course, Zhengqi is not as old as Wei Ran thought. He is only 17 years old, but he is already a martial artist who can come to power.

At this moment, it was the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month of the 26th year of the Republic of China, and there were less than a few days left before the Chinese New Year.

In addition, Zhang Taiyuan's biological father and Lao Zhangtou were brothers, but he died many years ago, and he was adopted by Lao Zhangtou as his own son.

On the other hand, he finally learned some of the words about Zhang Taichuan.

According to Zhengqi, he also has an aunt, Zhang Taichuan's elder sister and the eldest daughter of Mr. Zhang.

This aunt married a wealthy businessman as her concubine a few years ago. With her help, Zhang Taichuan had the opportunity to go abroad to the Japanese, and Lao Zhang had the opportunity to rebuild the Mingxiang class, which was on the verge of disbanding.

As for whether the aunt was doing well, Zhengqi didn't know at all. He hadn't seen her for a long time, and he didn't even know where the aunt went with the wealthy businessman.

Without continuing to ask about this question, the only few boxes in the opera troupe were loaded on sleds and left the Grand View Tea Garden.

Their place was not far away. In just one bag of cigarettes, three horse-drawn sleds stopped at the door of a dilapidated courtyard.

They carried the car's outfits into the yard in groups, but everyone didn't care about rest. They were either busy setting fires and burning the kang, or lighting coal stoves, and some were already organizing the wine and food they bought in advance on the table.

Wei Ran, Zhengqi and two other young men of the same age live in the east wing room, where there is only a kang here. Fortunately, because the space is small, the room is also warm quickly.

When the fire in the stove started to burn, a low table in all directions was already on the kang, and Zhengqi and the others had already taken out food and drinks such as roast chicken from their arms and placed them on the table.

One of the boys even took out a small jar of wine from his arms, lowered his voice and said, "I saw that there was a table sitting under the stand with a sling. After they gave the reward, I took it all away. Hey! The serious one left was mostly half of the jar of wine, and a plate of pork head meat left!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As he said, the kid had taken off the dog-skin hat on his head, took out a greasy paper bag from it, opened it, and sure enough, it was full of pig head meat.

"I didn't catch any good things here."

Another boy said, but what he found out from his pocket were two wrinkled apples.

However, this was obviously not the end. The boy took it out from his arms, and then he found a pack of roasted goods.

Seeing the three of them looking at him, Wei Ran took out his arms after realizing it, and then stretched his hand from his arms to his back with difficulty. Finally, he took out two packs of cigarettes and a pack of matches after taking them apart.

"The three of us don't smoke, so let it go."

Zhang Zhengqi said, and also took it out of his arms. What he found was two rolled pancakes, which were wrapped in four green onions.

"I came from the kitchen, come! Eat!"

Zhang Zhengqi tore the pancake into four parts and greeted him, picked up the small wine jar, poured a bowl of wine for the three of them, picked up the cup and said, "Both tobacco and alcohol hurt my throat. I only have this bowl, and the rest are yours."

"Come on, it's not the first time." The man sitting on the edge of the kang picked up the small wine bowl and touched the three of them.

They each drank all the white wine in the bowl, but the four of them, including Wei Ran, didn't even use chopsticks, so they each picked up a piece of pork head and threw it into their mouths.

As we sipped with wine and meat, we started chatting in dialect.

According to the accent, Zhang Zhengqi is obviously from Suzhou and Hangzhou. One of the two sitting at the end of the kang and the edge of the kang speaks Cantonese, and the other speaks Henan.

In addition, Wei Ran, a northerner who spoke Cangzhou accent, had a table full of all over the world.

Perhaps it was because I was too young or maybe I was so hungry that this midnight snack took less than ten minutes, and it was over with the few meals and the two wrinkled apples.

Unfortunately, until the four of them lay down on the kang, Wei Ran had no problem with any valuable clues. He only knew that the Cantonese speaker was called "Li Xiaowu" and the Henan speaker was called "Lin Liuzi".

Soon, the other three people started to sleep with more or less alcohol. Wei Ran also shrank into the broken quilt, took out the fur bayonet and food knife he got this time to check.

This is not even a gun... It is considered safe and dangerous? Wei Ran thought secretly, but he inevitably suffered from insomnia.

In addition to curious about the situation of this troupe, he was also alert to the requirement of "escape from the theater troupe" in the return mission. Or rather, he was wondering where the danger came from.

"Da da, da da da da da da da da da da da da da da."

It was midnight, just as Wei Ran was about to fall asleep, the gate of the courtyard diagonally opposite the east wing was also gently knocked from outside at a certain rhythm.

Looking at the other three on the kang, Wei Ran quietly got up and walked to the door and looked out through the breeze crack in the door.

Under the moon, the gate of the courtyard was opened by the person who came out of the west wing. A man wearing a cotton robe, a fur hat on his head, and a bag on his back also walked in with his hands. Behind him, the person who came out of the west wing immediately locked the door and returned to the west wing.

Who is this person?

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and urinated towards the urine bucket in the corner under the flames of the embers in the stove, and then returned to the warm bed.

When he was woken up again, it was just dawn outside, but there were already members of the opera troupe in the yard starting to sing their voices - just like the original love letter house.

"Brother Wei, you three go buy breakfast and buy more."

Zhengqi, who had gotten up in advance for a while, said, and had already taken out two sheep tickets and handed them to Wei Ran.

"OK"

Wei Ran responded happily, and put on clothes and shoes with the little five and six next to him, and each of them put on a torn hat, and each of them stepped on two baskets of rattan and two large enamel pots. Then he walked out.

Fengtian City had just woken up at this time. Although the streets were as cold as if the air was covered with knives, perhaps because it was too early, there were no signs of Japanese on the streets. Wherever they looked, there were basically poor people.

With the two tickets in hand, they bought some hot coolie rice, and the three of them turned around and turned back.

"Brother Wei"

Lin Liuzi whispered, "I heard from the head teacher that the meeting will be held in the evening..."

"Six Sons" Li Xiaowu patted the other party's shoulder and then pointed to his left and right.

Lin Liuzi quickly closed his mouth, but soon couldn't help it, and whispered, "I'm just curious about asking..."

"No matter how much you talk, all these foods will be stuffed into your mouth!" Li Xiaowu reminded.

After hearing this, Lin Liuzi finally calmed down.

"How many years have you two been in the industry?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be profound.

"I've been three years old," Li Xiaowu said first, "I entered the industry and learned arts when I was fourteen."

"I've been there for three years," Lin Liuzi replied, "I can't compete with Brother Wei."

"Can't you compete with Brother Wei? If I'm still a senior brother?"
To be continued...